They stitched my mouth shut
dirt beats a steady drum roll
Upon my coffin
About the Creator
Antoni De'Leon
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
Tiffany, Dhar, JBaz, Rommie, Grz, Paul, Mike, Sid, NA, Michelle L, Caitlin, Sarah P. List unfinished.
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By Antoni De'Leon5 months ago in Poets
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
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This is super scary. Best of luck to you in the challenge, Antoni!💓
those dirty devils, now you cant scream.
The restraint in your language makes it even more unsettling. It’s amazing how silence and confinement can speak louder than screams.
Oh my, that's so sad and scaryyyy! Loved your poem!
That's terrifying!
Fantabulous! Go gurl! 🧡🎉💪🏾
Excellent entry! I can’t think of anyone who isn’t afraid of being buried alive. Nicely done.
Nicely done :) And really unpleasant, so it fits the prompt very well
Well-wrought! The second line especially evokes a stark image in so few words!